Chu Feng returned to the practice room, and Ren Qianxing walked in together.

"Have you seen Master Death in the past few days?" Chu Feng suddenly asked.

He has been practicing Fantasy Wuji for more than ten days, but suddenly he remembered that Master Treasure had not appeared in front of him for a long time.

"The Master Deathful Master disappeared from the Sword Forging City seven days ago and disappeared...!" Ren Qianxing reported.

"Nowhere to be found?"

Chu Feng frowned slightly, and his words changed, "Sword Master is dead, you can go and guard the Sword Forging Palace now, don't let them have trouble, especially Jian Xiong!"

"yes…!"

Ren Qianxing bowed to accept the order and suddenly hesitated: "It's just that my subordinates are seriously injured, I'm afraid they can't suppress them..."

"Too…!"

Chu Feng took out the Nine Dragon Stone and said, "Sit down, I'll treat your injuries!"

The true energy was induced, and the Nine Dragon Stone emitted purple light and shone on Ren Qianxing's body.

His injuries began to recover at an extremely fast pace.

Within half a quarter of an hour, Ren Qianxing's body, which was seriously injured by Jian Sheng, became cured by Jiulong Stone.

Ren Qianxing touched his body up and down, smiled, and immediately knelt down: "Thank you for the treatment of the city lord, I will do my best to do my best!"

"Get back..." Chu Feng nodded.

When Ren Qianxing left, Chu Feng was full of thoughts: "I broke Yan Zangfeng's dantian, causing him to lose all his martial arts skills, and obtained a thousand points of fate! And if you keep him, you may have unexpected gains!"

His eyes narrowed slightly, his thumb rubbed the Jiulong Stone, and his thoughts fluctuated.

"If I help Ren Qianxing dominate the world, wouldn't I get more destiny?"

"The fate of all living beings is really insignificant..." Chu Feng sighed.

He has discovered that although he can also obtain a huge destiny value by dominating the world, he is far from the gains he gained from going against the will of heaven!

He is going to try to go against the will of heaven now and turn the world completely!

"However, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is to cast the Lingshuang Sword, comprehend the power of life and death, and break the secret of life and death!"

"There is more than a month left. During this period, we will continue to improve and practice the Dream Wuji and the Heavenly Demon Soul Searching Technique!"

As soon as the thought moves, the interface appears.

When you look at it, you will see that the destiny value has reached 2447 points.

However, he did not improve. He had just upgraded the soul-catching technique to the perfect level, and his spirit had been greatly enhanced. He needed to cultivate for a few more days.

...

January time passes soon.

"City Lord, today is the opportunity to turn the purple light of Ling Shuang's sword into the white rainbow!"

Suddenly, Ren Qianxing came to Chu Feng and reported to him.

"Okay! I finally waited for this day!"

Chu Feng suddenly opened his eyes and flashed a dazzling splendor, as if he could not restrain himself and was about to escape.

In the past month, he has improved again, elevating the Demon Soul Searching Technique to the Perfect Level.

The Heavenly Demon Soul Searching Technique is also a very powerful spiritual method, but this method is more skillful and can be easily read by people with weak will.

Especially now, Chu Feng has practiced to perfection. Once he has used it, all the secrets of the recipient must be presented to him, like observing patterns on his palm, without any hiding.

The two of them came to the sword-making pool together and saw the Lingshuang sword floating in the void in the middle of the sword-making pool. The sharp sword energy spread all over the world, and the air was howling and hissing!

This is the sword energy scattered by Ling Shuang Sword cutting the air.

At the same time, a purple light shone down from the sky and was absorbed by Ling Shuang Sword. The purple light became weaker and weaker, and it began to be mixed with a hint of milky white color.

"The seventh level of divine light, the seventh quenching, is finally about to begin!"

Chu Feng and Ren Qianxing were both dazzling and staring at Ling Shuang's sword.

"This kind of sword condenses the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and is tempered by countless treasures in the world, which can make people live forever and live with the heavens! Even Jiang Shang's Zhuxian Sword eight hundred years ago does not have such supernatural powers!"

Half an hour later!

boom!

An invisible white air column erupted from the Lingshuang sword through the top of the mountain, like a raging dragon that penetrated into the sky.

"The seventh level of divine light of Lingshuang Sword!"

"The city lord is finally going to successfully cast the Lingshuang sword...!"

When people inside and outside Zhujiancheng saw this scene, they were shocked and looked at Suolong Mountain and Zhujiancheng Palace with horror!

"It seems that the Lingshuang Sword is going to be successfully cast!"

In the center of Zhujian City, above the tallest teahouse, a middle-aged man in white dressed in a feather fan and furnished scarf, looking at the vision of Baihong, muttering in his mouth that this person is just like a god.

"Once Lingshuang Sword is born, life will surely be devastated and it must be destroyed!"

A mature and dignified woman walked to the railing and looked out from the railing. She said in a loud tone. This person was the long-lost Master of Death, and behind her, she was carrying a piano.

"We can join hands with the heads of nine major sects in the Central Plains to come to the sword casting city. We will surely crush Chu Feng's conspiracy, and I can also avenge the one-punch that day!"

The fairy was so arrogant that he drank a sip of the king's wine. Then, his eyes moved slightly and looked at the young man on one side.

"Xiaoyaolang, what level has your divine sword slash been trained?"

"Master, don't worry, this divine sword slash is very suitable for me. In just a short time, I have already reached the eighth level with the Golden Toad Wine! With one knife, the evil ghosts cried and the immortals were hard to stop!"

Xiaoyaolang's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were covered with blood red, and a small full moon scimitar was wiped from his hands, with a hint of indifference and a hoarse voice.

"Well, this divine sword slash is passed down by the gods. Don't let the gods down...!"

The wine fairy frowned, and a dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes. Looking at the scimitar in Xiaoyaolang's hand, a ray of greed flashed through her.

Xiaoyaolang's mouth curled slightly, his sword face was like a mirror, and he looked at the wine fairy in the mirror: "This martial arts gods passed on by this martial arts gods cannot be passed on to the master. I hope the master will forgive me..."

Master Death Frowning Frowning and said coldly: "In one month, you will kill countless evil demon masters in the world. Don't be attacked by the murderous intent, lose your original intention, and fall into the demon's way!"

Xiaoyaolang smiled miserably and said, "Don't worry, Master, I am a famous sect, so how could I fall into the devil's path!"

"Okay, we have contacted the inner officers in Zhujian City. Taking advantage of the current chaos in the city, we will wait for an opportunity to enter the prison and rescue Senior Hua Tuo and Zang Feng!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out.

I saw a young girl walking out from the stairs. Her figure was light and her tone showed a stubborn look.

"good!"

"When we rescue them, we will lead the army to attack the sword-making city and kill Chu Feng...!" The immortal in the wine said fiercely.

"good!"

"However, before again, we must first cut off Chu Feng's gangs, especially the Supreme Alliance and Sea Shark Palace that have surrendered to Chu Feng!"

He said loudly as he knew.

"Let's go, I've found out where these masters are in the sword casting city!"

The group nodded and left together.

In the east of the city, in a courtyard, a middle-aged man looked at Bai Hong and sneered: "The first Lingshuang sword in the world was General Ying Shuntian five hundred years ago. He used his own blood as a sword soul, so the second Lingshuang sword five hundred years later should also use the blood of his descendants as a sword soul, and what do you use as a sword soul?"

There was a cold middle-aged man behind him, like a dragon-like muscle. He could tell that he was carrying divine power at first glance. He held a treasure bow in his left hand and carried an arrow pouch on his back, but he didn't say a word.

...

"The seventh level of divine light, the quenching of the Nine Dragon Stone, is now...!"
Chapter completed!